Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

• The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
  
• Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
  
• Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

Comments

[complicatedliar]

That about summed it up.

"Indeed."

He looked toward the city again. "We'd best get moving. And quickly."

[touchofrogue]

"I've gotta find the others," she said, mind clicking forward. The more immediate threat was a wonderful tonic for the trauma she'd just experienced. She shut the journal and looked back up at Loki, gaze worried. "Find me before ya move out?"

[complicatedliar]

"We will find each other." He leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. He really did not want to let her go at all. But she would want to be with her group, and he was unwelcome there. He would find Thor instead, or Billy. "Go."

[touchofrogue]

And Rogue wasn't having any of this just kissing on the forehead and sending her off nonsense. Her free hand moved up to his cheek and she pulled him down for a kiss that was a little too heavy with desperation and fear. There was reassurance to be found in the familiar, earthy taste of him, knowing from the way he felt and responded that they were both alive. More than anything, she wanted to lose herself in him, in the most basic celebration of being alive, and burn away the lingering fear and pain.

But she had a responsibility, a responsibility she hadn't asked for but one she could not pass on to anyone else. And after this kiss, she would have to go and see to it.

[complicatedliar]

The entire reason he hadn't tried to kiss her more fiercely was because he knew it could only be that. But since she started, he took up the kiss with a will, making it deep and filled with both longing and desperation. When he broke away he pressed his lips briefly against her neck.

[touchofrogue]

Rogue took a shuddering breath. Her hand flexed, holding him more tightly for a moment before she finally released him. "Find me," she said again. "I'll look for you."

[complicatedliar]

"I will find you."

[touchofrogue]

Those words drew Rogue's eyes back to his like a magnet. She'd stared at those words for hours, once, written on the back of a picture frame. She'd wanted to believe; she'd known it was impossible.

This time, her hand skated down his arm and took his hand for a brief squeeze before she turned away.

He would find her.